?<strong>Chapter 292:</strong>


    Kallie immediately shook her head in protest, expressing her desire to spend some time alone.


    Kallie reasoned that in the safety of the Nixon family estate, even Bria, known for her malice, wouldn’t darey a hand on her.


    Kallie was correct in her assumption. However, although Bria wouldn’t dare make a move in such an obvious setting, she certainly had other schemes brewing.


    The news of Kallie’s current solitude soon reached Klein.


    With a sly smirk, Klein nced at Bria and dered, “Now’s our moment. It’s time we made our move. I didn’t see thising. I was wracking my brain for a reasonable excuse.”


    Bria, hesitant, voiced her uncertainty, “Klein, are you certain this will work?”


    Klein’s expression darkened. “Bria, you need to see the bigger picture. I wouldn’t waste my time if there wasn’t a chance of sess. Sure, Kallie is favored by Tyrone and Ewing, but as you’ve pointed out, she’s nothing but a pretender. They’re probably desperate to cling to any semnce of the family lineage. But you’re Tyrone’s granddaughter. Your ce is legitimate, and your health concerns are well-known. Find a remote spot, provoke Kallie into an argument, and then feign a copse. I’lle to your rescue, and everyone will see Kallie for the menace she is.”


    Despite her doubts, Bria resigned herself to the scheme,pelled by Klein’s mounting impatience.


    Bria told herself that Klein was by her side, at least. It was afort, far better than braving the challenges alone.


    Bria rose to her feet, smoothing out the folds of her elegant dress with a flicker of irritation. “I should have known better than to choose this dress. All this effort I put into my outfit, and it feels like it’s all for nothing now.”


    Bria faced Klein, their eyes locked. “Klein, you have my trust. Please don’t disappoint me.”


    Klein’s smile was weak but reassuring. “I won’t.”


    As Kallie stepped out, she inadvertently ran into Trent.


    Trent hurried over to her with urgency. “Miss, Mr. Ewing Nixon requests your presence. Could you spare a moment?”


    Confusion crossed Kallie’s face, but she nodded in agreement.


    Trent escorted Kallie to a room where Ewing awaited with aplex look on his face and a beautifully crafted box at his side.


    Ewing gestured toward the box, inviting Kallie to open it.


    Kallie shook her head and then pulled out her phone to type a message. “You all have already given me so much. Please, no more gifts. I’m truly grateful. Thank you.”


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    Ewing shook his head, his voice firm. “It’s a gift, indeed, but not from me. It’s from someone who wished to remain anonymous and insisted it be given privately.”


    A flutter of anticipation touched Kallie’s heart. “Is it from someone I know?” She typed, her curiosity piqued.


    Ewing gave a solemn nod, his gaze intense. “If you’d rather not, there’s no need to open it. I can send it back. But if you choose to, there’s a message I need to pass on.”


    Kallie suspected she already knew the sender.


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